Tiara's POV...
Our Love in Paris. The time was short, yet capturing what felt like forever. We fell in love, confessed to each other. He sealed me with his kiss, he sealed forever sign on me that can't be removed.
They say forever is not everlasting. And I'm already scared about it. I want to be with him always, I want to witness his happiness, his sadness, and his madness. I want to breathe in his scent always and forever.
Anyway, we were sitting on the grass in the garden of our house. Yeah, our own house. This morning we came back from the city of love and right now my husband was playing his guitar for me.
Soft guitar music, the aroma a new loaf rising around us and the feeling of the sweet smile of my husband... happy memories have a way of saving when nothing else can.
"Why did you stop?" I asked as I looked at him behind me.
